The Way the Lantern Light Found You
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I didn’t know my life
had a hinge
until the night it swung open—
a soft click of destiny,
a breath held by the universe,
the world pausing
just long enough
for something sacred
to slip through the seam.
The lantern light found you first—
golden, trembling,
casting you in a glow so warm
it felt like the night itself
was choosing you.
You stood there
as though pulled from another story,
somewhere between the impossible
and the inevitable,
and I swear
the air shifted
to make room for the moment.
Everything else went quiet—
the hum of the street,
the far-off laughter,
even the thoughts
that usually clamour in my mind.
There was only you,
and the strange, wondrous certainty
that something irreversible
was happening.
It wasn’t love at first sight.
It was recognition.
A soul-remembering.
A spark in the dark
that whispered,
Oh. There you are.
As if we’d been circling
the same unwritten story
our whole lives,
waiting for the lantern’s light
to point our pages together.
You smiled,
and the world rearranged itself—
subtly, sweetly,
as though fate had nudged it
with a fingertip.
And I knew,
with a clarity so gentle
it felt like a blessing,
that every moment after this one
would be marked—
before you,
and after.
It amazes me still
how small miracles hide
in ordinary nights—
how magic doesn’t always roar,
but sometimes arrives quietly,
wrapped in warm light
and steady breath,
asking nothing
but for you to notice.
And I did.
I noticed everything.
The glow on your cheek,
the softness in your voice,
the slight tilt of your heart
toward mine.
I noticed the shift—
the beginning—
the promise.
Life changes in a hundred ways
you never see coming.
But this—
this I saw.
In the glow of a lantern,
in the hush of a single heartbeat,
in the way the universe
seemed to lean closer
just to watch.
And though the night moved on,
though the world found its noise again,
I still feel that light—
warm, unyielding,
etched into the moment
everything changed.
It found you.
And because it found you,
it found me too.
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